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Post by Tyira on Feb 17, 2012 23:56:36 GMT -5
Dase impulsively leapt forward to entwine his neck with hers. No words could be spoken.
((Efialtis. Check page one. You be her. She's his daughter))
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Post by Woodsy on Feb 18, 2012 0:03:18 GMT -5
The sudden act surprised Vyras but the warmth of Dase eased her anxiety. Closing her eye she felt the two hearts beat together.
((Okay. I feel like Vyras should break apart all upset about what just happened.))
"Yes. What more would you expect?"
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Post by Tyira on Feb 18, 2012 2:40:15 GMT -5
"You're not here to steal my throne, are you?" His voice was low and menacing. "Wouldn't you just hate that?" He stroked her neck with a sharp claw.
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Post by Woodsy on Feb 25, 2012 16:19:03 GMT -5
The dragoness snapped at the claw. "Don't touch me, old man. Like the black god would I steal your throne!"
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Post by Tyira on Feb 25, 2012 18:52:52 GMT -5
"But I have a whole army to back me up. You may put up a fight, but not for long." He whistled slowly, and at least a dozen dragons quickly flew up to block the cave.
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Post by Woodsy on Feb 27, 2012 20:07:05 GMT -5
She grinned. "Good news. The Konan forces are retreating further into the mountains. I guess killing that old one did a lot of damage. News has it of a young ember who escaped from you, is this true? Are you getting soft? I know the soldiers wouldn't like a soft skinned leader. Maybe it is time for me to take your place," she said snidely.
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Post by Tyira on Feb 27, 2012 20:11:04 GMT -5
"Who got away?" he roared. "That ember was to kill his son!" He looked to Atergoz. "Find him, and kill him. No mercy."
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Post by Woodsy on Feb 27, 2012 20:22:23 GMT -5
The black dragon stirred as his master ordered him. "Aye sir." Atergoz sprinted out towards the cave opening on his long legs. Like a lemming, he hurled himself out of the cave and opened his wings wide. Scaling the mountain by wing and leg he reached the summit and continued towards the distant range.
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Post by Tyira on Feb 27, 2012 20:31:29 GMT -5
"So, why are you back, anyway?" Temnokuus growled.
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Post by Woodsy on Mar 3, 2012 19:36:21 GMT -5
"I finished the job you asked," she said pulling out a dead vine dragon head from behind her. "The Charir Kyfe are dead. Just as you asked." A smile formed inside her head. She knew this answer wouldn't satisfy her father. She just wanted to see how long it was before he cracked.
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Post by Tyira on Mar 4, 2012 16:41:41 GMT -5
"Every last one?" he growled, "are you sure? If there is even one left, I'll have your head. And eat it too." Temnokuus circled three times and lied down.
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Post by Woodsy on Mar 4, 2012 23:57:41 GMT -5
The dragoness looked at her father with a face of mock shock. "Would I ever?" She also circled and lied down near the wall. "And besides, if there was one alive, you could kill it easily, couldn't you father?"
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Post by Tyira on Mar 6, 2012 0:10:45 GMT -5
"What are you suggesting, Efialtis?" he growled from his spot. "Do you question my strength and power?"
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Post by Woodsy on Mar 6, 2012 22:36:11 GMT -5
Efialtis just closed her eyes leaving a smirk as an answer. The black dragoness opened one of her eyes just a slit and stared at her father.
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Post by Tyira on Mar 6, 2012 22:54:46 GMT -5
"I see. Well, you had better be on your way unless you have something important to say," he said, eager to be alone again.
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